In Secret Prose

In secret prose do hearts compose
and speak of ways divine
velvet sliding soft on night
and to the skin remind
Fingers light caress invite
and quicken in their pace
as thoughts arise and otherwise
enrapt, enclose, encase
Warming now as hearts resound
that old familiar flame
needle on the canvas of
a love he couldn't tame
But fire knows not the water
just a taste of her embrace
as fingers light caress invite
and quicken in their pace
In loving strokes are passions wrote
and to the skin remind
in secret prose do hearts compose
and speak of ways divine